Chapter 4 4

Never in her wildest dreams had Adelynn imagined she would land such an unexpected job opportunity.

It was an acceptance letter. Her name and address were printed on it in a stern, elegant font. There was no return address on the envelope, only an embossed company seal in the corner-a stylized, sharp-edged letter M.

Adelynn's heart sank sharply.

Mercer Holdings.

Her hands trembled violently as she tore open the envelope. Inside was a single sheet of thick cardstock, with a message that was brief, cold, and undeniably authoritative.

"Ms. Adelynn Acosta, please report to the 85th floor of Mercer Tower at 4:00 PM tomorrow for a meeting with Mr. Christian Mercer. A car will pick you up at your residence at 3:15 PM. Do not be late."

This was not a request, nor an invitation. It was an order-a command from a world far beyond her reach.

Adelynn read the words three times over, her mind spinning in confusion.

Why would someone like Christian Mercer want to see her? Was it about the spilled coffee incident? Was he going to sue her? Just for ruining his perfect lobby? It sounded absurd-over the top, even for a billionaire.

She frantically replayed every detail of that day in her head, leaving nothing out.

Had she said something wrong? Had she dropped anything besides the coffee tray?

Her portfolio.

Had he seen it?

A faint, dangerous spark of hope flickered in her chest, but she quickly stamped it out.

Hope was a luxury she could not afford.

Her mother noticed her pale, frozen stare at the letter and hurried over.

"Honey? What's wrong?"

Adelynn folded the letter stiffly, her throat tight.

"Mom... I got a real job."

Her mother was even more excited than she was.

"Oh, Adelynn! That's wonderful! Is it at a design firm?"

"Something like that," Adelynn whispered, fleeing to her room before her mother could ask more questions.

She stood in front of her shabby wardrobe, filled with thrifted clothes and fast-fashion castoffs-nothing decent enough to stand before a business tycoon. Nothing she owned felt right. Too old, too cheap, too tacky, too... unworthy.

Finally, she pulled out a simple, tailored black dress she had bought for her graduation.

It was the most expensive thing she owned.

She prayed it would be appropriate enough.

She prayed she would be enough.

She did not sleep at all that night.

Sitting in the dark, she clutched the letter from Mercer Holdings so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The embossed letter M burned like a brand on her palm.

用英文翻译"她的双手控制不住地剧烈颤抖"

用英文翻译"里面只有一张同样厚重的卡纸"

用英文翻译"简短,冰冷,带着不容置疑的威慑力"

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